i sit and gaze
upon the page
devoid of word
its emptiness fills me
lack-lustre
and bare
your silence thunders
through my quiet room
my eyes must grow
accustomed
to this blank canvas
which was once filled
with your beauty
your passion
your strength
i miss your words!
i miss your smile!
perhaps
in another time
in some other place
i would've put your words
to the sound
of your gentle voice
but for now
i must close this book
the story has ended
and you shall remain
the final chapter
A beautiful poem with lovely rythm... if flows perfectly... thanks
Wow! What powerful sentiments are expressed here... very well written, absolutely beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I don't understand is why why there are always a end? ? ? ? Please don't you ever stop to wright.